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Happily Something Something 3I cant move. Vorhias groaned. Her legs were bured beneath what must have been nearly 20 layers of petticoat.
Dont worry, you wont need to move. Arabelle answered, not completely paying attention to Vorhias, focusing more on steering the both of them. And what few times you will you wont need to move fast .Now I dont believe I ever caught your name?
Vorhias. She grumbled.
Mmmmm thats not going to work. Not as you currently are now. Its not a very ladylike name Now Charlotte. Thats a beautiful name. If anyone asks, your name is Charlotte, okay?
Vorhias winced. Arabelle was developing an entirely new persona for Vorhias, and she didnt like it one bit.
Dont you even care that youre uprooting the life of an innocent civilian who isnt even from the same plane of existence as you? Vorhias grumbled out the corner of her mouth.
Happily Something Something 2Vorhias had originally shut his eyes in order to block out the bright lights from Arabelles magical freak out. When he opened them, he beheld what could only be described as pure psychedelia moving past him. Swirling hues of neon colors on an pitch black backdrop created a melange of ocular madness. It was not unlike listening to a Captain Beefheart album.
Okay, good now weve got maybe ten minutes before were back in the dimension youre SUPPOSED to be in, but fortunately thats just enough time to prepare you Arabelles voice rang out. Just ahead of Vorhias she was steering herself and he through the dimensional highways twists and turns.
Many different responses could have left Vorhias lips at that point.
Where are we?
What is this place?
What on Earth is going on?
Many different responses. But none of those would actually pass through Vorhias mouth.
WHAT THE HELL DID Y
Happily Something Something 1Blast! Blast it all!
There was no question about it. Arabelle was late.
This would not have been the first time that the slacking faerie missed her cue on answering the wishes of an ailing faerie god-child.
Such were among the many duties given to those who chose to join the Ministry of Myth, an organization spanning multiple dimensions and universes. An organization which was the primary source of all things supernatural throughout history.
It was this company that dispatched bigfoots to where there were photographers with blurry cameras. This group was responsible for the tales of dragons, ogres, and numerous other wonderous beasts. And it was this company that had been subtly immortalized in childrens fairy tales.
Arabelle, being a faerie, worked in the division of wishes. Specifically the subdivision dealing with plot-convenience. It was there that she received her orders to grant the wish of a young girl whod been mistreated by her uncaring stepmother and s
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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